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Anne, there's a letter for you.

Thank you, Marilla.

It's from Philippa.

Having spent the summer of my
twentieth year uneventfully in Avonlea,

I stood ready to begin my junior year
at Redmond come fall.

And then...

Phil is going...

to marry a minister?!

Chapter 21

Has the Real Prince
Come at Last...?

Dear Anne—spelled with an e,

I'm writing to you from Prospect Point.

I always like to spend summers at the shore,

and this year, I've come to stay
with my cousin Emily here.

Emily's "select boardinghouse" has
five boarders besides myself—

four old ladies and one young man.

The young man's name is Jonas Blake.

The day I arrived, I saw him
sitting opposite to me at the table,

smiling at me as if he had
known me from my cradle.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

He is a theological student
from St. Columba,

and he has taken charge of the Point
Prospect Mission Church for the summer.

He has a big, loose-jointed
figure with absurdly long legs.

And his ears—but I never think
about his ears if I can help it.

But he has a lovely voice.

If you shut your eyes and just listen...

How pleasantly astringent
this tea is. Delightful.

Indeed it is.

...he is adorable.

It's enough to gladden my heart.

We were good chums right away.

Of course he is a graduate of Redmond,
and that is a link between us.

We fished and boated together;

and we walked on the sands by moonlight.

By moonlight...

oh, he was nice.

Niceness fairly exhaled from him.

Somehow, Anne, I don't want
him to think me frivolous.

This is ridiculous.

Why should I care what a
tow-haired person called Jonas,

whom I never saw before, thinks of me?

Last Sunday, Jonas preached
in the village church.

Today, I'd like to think about
happiness with you all.

To wit, what is happiness?

By the time he had preached ten minutes,

Some people might answer, "to grow wealthy."

I felt so small and insignificant

I think that gaining spiritual
riches is a wonderful thing,

that I thought I must be
invisible to the naked eye.

but seeking only wealth
pushes happiness away.

Jonas never looked at me.

But I realized how horribly different
I must be from Jonas's ideal woman.

He was so earnest and tender and true.

He was everything a minister ought to be.

I could have listened forever.

He caught up with me on the road home,
and grinned as cheerfully as usual.

I had seen the real Jonas.

I wondered if he could
ever see the real Phil—

whom nobody—not even you,
Anne—has ever seen yet.

Jonas, you were born to be a minister.

You're right.

I tried to be something
else for a long time.

But I came to see at last that it
was the work given me to do—

and God helping me, I shall try to do it.

I thought that he would do his
work and do it well and nobly;

and happy the woman fitted
to help him do it.

She would be no feather, blown about
by every fickle wind of fancy.

She would always know what hat to put on.

Probably she would have only one.

But she wouldn't mind having
one hat or none at all,

because she would have Jonas.

Anne, don't you dare to say or hint
that I've fallen in love with Jonas.

Could I care for a lank,
poor, ugly theologue?

Good night.

P.S. It is impossible—

but I am horribly afraid it's true.

He can never care for me, I know.

Do you think I could ever develop into
a passable minister's wife, Anne?

And would they expect me to lead in prayer?

Phil Gordon.

I've an afternoon to spend
in sweet doing nothing.

Shall I spend it here where there is a
cozy fire, a plateful of delicious russets,

and three purring and harmonious cats?

Or shall I go to the park, where
there is the lure of gray woods

and of gray water lapping
on the harbor rocks?

If I was as young as you,
I'd decide in favor of the park.

I thought that you claimed to be
as young as any of us, Auntie.

Yes, in my soul.

But I'll admit my legs
aren't as young as yours.

You go and get some fresh air, Anne.

You look pale lately.

I think I will go to the park.

I want to feel alone and free and wild.

Take your umbrella,
for I believe it's going to rain.

Rain? I shouldn't think so.

You shouldn't flirt so with
Mr. Blake—you really shouldn't.

I'm not flirting with him.

You don't fool me. You're amusing yourself.

Mr. Blake isn't of the
Alec-and-Alonzo type, Phil.

He takes things seriously.

You may break his heart.

Do you really think I could?!

Philippa Gordon!

I never thought you were utterly unfeeling.

You are leading that man on deliberately—

and you know you don't mean anything by it.

Not so, honey.

I mean to make him ask me
to marry him if I can.

I give you up!

Stella!

Give her a proper explanation later.

You know I will.

Excuse me!

I... I know this is sudden, Anne Shirley.

May I have a moment? Just a moment?

Would you please hear me out?

I cannot give you the answer you hope for.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Gilbert, you've spoiled everything.

If the real Prince Charming will never come,

I need no substitutes.

Pardon me.

May I offer you the shelter of my umbrella?

P-Pri...

Prince Charming?

You'll get rained on.

Come under my umbrella.

Th-Thank you.

We can wait there until this shower is over.

I didn't know what I would do when
my umbrella turned inside out.

If you'd like.

Oh, I have my own! But thank you.

My name is Royal Gardner.

And you are the Miss Shirley who wrote
that Tennyson paper, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

I thought so.

Then we are schoolmates, I see.

I'm sorry, but I cannot place you at all.

I'm sure you can't.

I don't belong to any class yet.

I put in two years at Redmond,
then I went to Europe for a spell.

Now I've come back to finish my arts course.

This is my junior year, too.

So we are classmates...

As well as college-mates!

I suddenly regret the two years
I couldn't spend with you.

It appears even the weather
has blessed our meeting.

Come. I'll walk you home.

Oh, you needn't. It isn't far.

Come on.

What shall I call you, Miss Shirley?

Anne. Spelled with an e, if you don't mind.

Anne. How was that?

Perfect.

May I see you again, Anne?

I'd like to talk at our leisure.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Royal Gardner!

Where did you meet him?! Be honest!

Today in the park.

My umbrella turned inside out and
he came to my rescue with his.

Oh! And is that exceedingly commonplace
incident any reason why he should send us

long-stemmed roses by the dozen,
with a very sentimental rhyme?

"Anne, my life till now has been
but a prologue to meeting you!"

You're blushing rosy-red.

Don't talk nonsense, Phil.

Do you know Mr. Gardner?

Yes. Roy is adorably handsome and clever.

Is that all?

I've met his two sisters.

The Gardners are among the
richest, bluest, of Bluenoses.

Two years ago, his mother's health failed
and he had to go abroad with her.

He must have been greatly disappointed
to have to give up his class,

but they say he was
perfectly sweet about it.

Anne.

I smell romance.

You goose.

Anne, delivery for you.

"Your eyes shine like the morning
star at dawn. Roy Gardner."

Wow.

"Surely you stole the rosy hue
of your cheeks from the dawn herself."

"Roy Gardner."

Wow!

"Your lips are redder than the
roses of paradise. Roy Gardner."

Your dashing prince has arrived!

Why, how handsome you look!

Nine nights out of ten,
I can easily outshine you.

The tenth, you blossom out suddenly into
something that eclipses me altogether.

It's the dress, dear.

'Tisn't.

If Roy hadn't already lost head and heart
about you, he certainly would tonight.

But...

that orchid in your hair.

I'm sure it's a present from Roy,
but I don't like orchids on you.

Don't take offense.

Orchids are too affected.
They don't seem to belong to you.

You think so, too?

I admit I'm not fond of orchids myself.
I don't think they're related to me.

But today is a special day.

The reception for the seniors. I know.

Look.

Jonas sent me some dear pink
rosebuds for the evening.

But he isn't coming himself.

He said he had to lead a
prayer meeting in the slums.

That's a shame.

I don't believe he wanted to come.

Perhaps Jonas doesn't really
care anything about me.

Even though he sent you roses?

I know, but I'm horribly afraid.

And I'm trying to decide whether
I'll pine away and die,

or go on and get my B.A. and
be sensible and useful.

You couldn't possibly
be sensible and useful,

so you'd better pine away and die.

Heartless Anne!

Silly Phil!

You know quite well that Jonas loves you.

Yes, but he won't tell me so.

Not that I expect sentimental rhymes.

Mr. Blake is afraid to ask you to marry him.

He is poor and can't offer you a
home such as you've always had.

Very well.

If he won't ask me to
marry him, I'll ask him.

That's all.

So it's bound to come right.

Think hard,

and be mindful of Mr. Blake's feelings.

How angry I was when you
refused Gilbert, Anne.

But I was wrong.

Roy Gardner was foreordained for you.

I can see that now.

You were right, after all.

By the way, Gilbert Blythe is going
about constantly with Christine Stuart.

Did you know?

No. Who is Christine Stuart?

She's in Kingsport this
winter studying music.

They say she's very pretty and that
Gilbert is quite crazy over her.

Mr. Gardner, you're the nicest
young man I ever did see.

Oh, I'm sure I'm not.

Anne is a very fortunate girl
to have met you.

Anne.

You look radiant this evening.

Thank you.

That orchid looks lovely on you.

Anne.

We still have time.

Would you mind a slight detour?

We met here, at this very spot.

Yes. It was an awful squall.

But we've fine weather today.

Meeting you that day was the
greatest event of my life.

And mine, Roy.

Anne, I want to tell you plainly.

I love you.

I'm infatuated with you.

I can't imagine life without you.

Would you...

be mine?

Anne...

Anne.

Forgive me. Did I startle you?

A little.

Then...

Yes.

Me, too.

The prince of my dreams just
professed his love for me.

A touch forcefully, I admit.

I've paid a high price for this day,

waited so long to hear
my prince say that he loves me.

But...

I didn't blush.

I didn't burst into tears.

They seem to be enjoying themselves.

Yes, they do.

You went to the concert the
other day, didn't you?

Yes.

So, what did you think?

Oh, it was marvelous.

I'll just run to the dressing room.

What is the matter with me?

Something doesn't sit right.

Anne! Here I am.

Oh. Thank you for waiting.

Hello, Anne. How have you been?

W-Well.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Roy sought us out and made a
point to introduce himself.

I'd heard you were childhood friends.

Oh, I'll introduce you.

Meet Miss Christine Stuart, future musician.

It's so nice to meet you.

I'm Anne Shirley.

You're childhood friends?

We grew up on Prince Edward Island,
in a village called Avonlea.

She looks just as I've
always wanted to look.

Rose-leaf complexion—
starry violet eyes—raven hair...

I know, Anne.

Why don't you show me around
Avonlea one of these days?

And Gilbert, too, if he's willing.

Yes, of course, Roy.

Then I'll join you!

I'd like to see it, too, Gil.

Do you mind, Anne?

No, of course not, Christine.

But...

I don't believe her
nose is as good as mine.

Next Time

How Horrible It Is
That People Have to Grow Up,
and Marry, and Change!